Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.